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the way to brooklyn
Sometimes it eclipse, shit, whatever to keep you looking
Don't that make you blind?
I ain't know, I ain't slow, but I never was a pro

you should never test yo fate (Ayy)
You talk a lot, coming from a nigga that bark a lot
I see you in a movie so a nigga like "how can I breathe" uh
This

Silent Murder

Nas

It Was Written [Bonus Track]

1996

Niggas is losing, confusion, with one-time on pursuit moves in
Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit
Cop versus the block, shorties is

them niggas start running
We get to popping that shit and they hate the fact we done turned nothing to something
I took a risk and i got me a sack
Swear

eyes I had to tint out the ride
Twenty Twenty Aint come by surprise
I just used it for the time
I was always on the grind
Pick up the backend brought

made it out alive
Bottle of whiskey for my sorrows
I'm not thinking about tomorrow
Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Who knew that Twenty Four could be
So

and they chilling in the streets
I know they like to talk don't let em tell you what to be 

I ain't worried bout this shit cause I could do it in my sleep

Nightmares

Clipse

Hell Hath No Fury [UK Bonus Track]

2006

back here to haunt me
Was it that nigga? I took his powder with a smile
Pray to the Lord, the gun ain't pop and hit the child, shit
I pilt niggas'

New Whirl Odor

Public Enemy

New Whirl Odor [CD/DVD]

2005

to the left of this
And to the right of that

Just black where my mind be at
Shit where's the rest of my cats?

High trees catch a lotta wind my friend

My

can't talk if I ain't getting paid
Poppin my shit and I'm havin' my way
Aye, aye, aye
Yeah that's too bad, I ain't know that's your bae
Linked up with

for me
Throw it thru me like a pass
It's point game
Hit my hand and land !
It's lit, that's game!
We do goofy shit
When we happy n blazed
Roll up

(Mama, Zachary makin' beats again)
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(D. Major, baby)
Yeah, youngin', rah

Too much on my brain, mane, that pain run deep

gravity is, some other galaxy shit
But we'd rather talk about the MAC and the bricks
We takin' on all names, it ain't no more games
Stand up nigga, Cory

here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that

X Men

Lil Yachty

Hip Hop Hit List, Vol. II

2017

like in a Masarati?
I leave that shit to the trap stars (real)
A nigga like me, I'm a busy body (Lil' Boat)
Lie on my name and get relevant (what)

And it just be so crazy
Cause
I just be hearing these niggas
Talk about shit that they be doing
And what they be having going on
I just sit back

classics
Small town boy going maverick
Talking that shit, talking that shit
Let's go to Red Sage and pop twenty bottles with ten bad chicks
I got the flavor,

Imma get it my way
Talk is cheap they run they mouth
I put the hours in I'm never clockin' out
10 bands 20 bands I ain't got no problem
Turn the pain

it
Rinse, repeat, and relive it

Gotta eighth up in my linens
4:20 blazing on the minute
No time for sticks and stems shit
Cause time is of the essence

Bring this shit back in
Yeah, bitch, you know my body, I ain't do that
My phone be blowin' crazy, I don't pick up cause I'm doin' shit
Smokin' like

Yeah! Come on! Come on!
ATL! yeah! Haha! WOO!
If you feel like you've been touched
By our music that is

Nowadays everybody just wanna poke their

fuck nigga take him out
If you see that fuck nigga
If you see that fuck nigga
If you see that fuck nigga take him out

We ride 20 west on our way

steerin' (skrrt)
Virgil made this Louis on me his self, like, "What it he wearin'?" (What?)
I'm gon' pop my shit in by myself, or with my man
Even when

New Whirl Odor

Public Enemy

New Whirl Odor

2005

nothin's changed much
uh this is chuck

Stays to the left of this
And to the right of that

Just black where my mind be at
Shit wheres the rest of my